#Dutch guy can sit jealous in a corner

[looking-for-a-sword]

Petition for a Ted Lasso Christmas Special where Ted and Henry visit Richmond, they have a big Christmas party and suddenly Rebecca and Ted find themselves under the mistletoe. They laugh awkwardly and want to go but somebody notices and soon everybody shouts "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

[21witnokidz]

IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 22

Warning: Smut

“I’m ready to get outta this damn snow!” You complained.

“There’s a lot of things I can do dear girl, but changing the weather is not one of them” Dutch explained.

You could hear Abigail begging Arthur to go and look for John.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Micah killed him before he got back here” you half joked.

“You got a problem with me girl?” Micah threatened.

“Yea I do-“

“Well no one gives two shits about you bitchin’ and moanin’ about whatever it is you bitch and moan about behind my back”

“You watch your damn mouth!” Arthur growled.

“Woah there cowpoke. Just because you’re fucking her don’t mean you gotta get aggressive”

“The nerve of all three of you!” Hosea yelled. “One of our members are stuck out there and we need to bring them back. Y/n and Arthur you go with Javier to retrieve John. Micah sit down and leave everyone alone”

“Hey to be fair that bitch came at me first. If she never said anything we wouldn’t have a problem” Micah put his hands up.

You went to lung at him but Arthur held you back and dragged you outside with Javier behind.

“Some morning huh?” He chuckled.

“Exactly! It’s literally 7 in the morning! The day just started and he’s already starting shit”

-

“This way. Last I know, John was headed up the river” Javier lead.

You guys made it up a mountain and started calling for him.

Not long after you found John on a ledge.

“Little John” you greeted him.

“Look can you just make fun of me later so we can get the hell outta here?”

You and Javier helped John onto Arthur’s shoulder and walked to the horses.

From the corner of your eyes you could notice a pack of wolves coming down the mountain.

“I got it” you took out your shotgun and shot the wolves while the boys got John on a horse.

“Y’know John we ought a put a whistle on you for whenever you get lost from the gang” you joke.

“Or when you try to run away again” Arthur includes.

“Y’all will never let me live that down will you?”

“It was a dick move John”

“And I apologized for it. Besides didn’t you say you two would work on each other?” John referred to you and Arthur working on your relationship.

“Just go to sleep Marston”

Blackwater

“Josiah Trelawny” you greeted Trelwany who was laying on his stomach looking at the prison in front of him. A few of us were in blackwater now ready to get Sean back.

“Ike skelding’s boys are moving him to a camp nearby”

You all came up with a plan to just go to the camp and get Sean while Josiah makes a distraction.

“How’s the family Josiah?” Arthur asked.

“Not too bad. What about you? We’re around the same age yet you’re not even married”

“Well I guess there’s a time for everything”

Josiah went down to make his distraction while you, Arthur and Javier went up the mountain taking out the guards.

Finally you got to Sean Maguire. You cut him loose and untied his hands.

“Miss y/n. Still as pretty as a picture”

“Oh don’t let Molly hear you say that”

“But it’s true. Or are you just saying that because Charles is here and you don’t want to make him jealous” Sean was aware of your past relationship because the girls in the gang love to gossip “was it Charles or Arthur? I always get them mixed up”

“Sean there’s nothing that means more to me than this gang. It’s the realest thing to me. I would kill for it and I would happily die for it” Arthur put his hand on the young man’s shoulder “but I would’ve left you here to rot if Charles hadn’t stopped me”

“I don’t believe a word of that”

Then Sean just went on about how Arthur was a good man. Of course Arthur denied it. You hated how Arthur would talk to himself sometimes it really made you upset because of how much he meant to you.

“Alright you all go on back to camp. Me and y/n will catch up” Arthur sent them.

“Come on Arthur what are we doing harboring an O’Driscoll?” You demanded to know why Arthur had bring back an O’Driscoll boy named Kieran Duffy “and to put more salt in the wound, our newest girl hates O’Driscolls”

“Well that’s great maybe you and her can play pin the donkey with him”

“Pin the donkey?”

“Yea. Y’know cause he’s Irish and you can pin him with a knife- oh forget it”

“No Arthur it was just a bad pun. If you can even call it that”

“It wasn’t bad you just need everything to be explained to you”

Back at camp

Sean was finally back and everything was the same again. He was telling some stupid joke that didn’t even make sense but you didn’t care. Sean was naturally funny and that’s why you enjoyed having him around.

Everyone was having a good time and you saw Javier sitting at a table writing something.

“What’s that Javier?”

“Nothing!”

You looked and saw a quick glance of his paper. All the words were written in Spanish but you saw Tilly’s name a few times.

“Are you writing about Tilly”

“Hey” he looked around “let’s just keep this between us ok?”

“Oh my god you’re writing poetry? I never knew you were sweet on her”

“No one can know. It’s already embarrassing enough”

“Let me help you. I’ll go tell her to give you a chance right now”

“No!” He grabbed your arm “you can’t say anything especially to her. Promise me”

“Ok fine” you stuck your pinky out.

“I don’t get it what’s with the pinky?”

“You’re supposed to link yours with mine. To seal a promise”

“Must be an American thing” he shrugged and linked his pinky with yours.

“But I won’t forget about this. We’ll talk later”

You got up to look for Arthur. You haven’t seen him the whole night. You just found him in his cot writing in his journal as usual.

Before the Blackwater incident, Mary-Beth had suggested Arthur try journaling since he didn’t like talking about his problems he could just write them down.

“Arthur” you made your presence known.

“Hey I’m just finishing up” you looked to see him drawing a picture of a wolf. Identical to the one we saw on the mountain.

“I don’t know how you’re so good at this”

“Me neither. But it’s really calming” he closed his book and set it aside.

“You really think we could make it back to blackwater and get that money?”

“Hell no. But lord knows Dutch won’t dare forget about it. I just wish I could’ve saved a little some of it for the gang”

“It’s not just your fault we were all there”

“No I should’ve done something. I don’t know… nowadays I just kinda feel useless. You know how back in the day I used to be this gang’s most useful asset. Now I’m like a firefighter helping people get outta mess”

“It’s not like that. People just trust you is all”

“You even heard Josiah. I ain’t married yet. Do you think.. maybe we’ve been wasting our lives with this?” He said referring to the gang.

“No. I mean we’re all a family and we have each other. You don’t have to marry people to live your life. And that’s coming from a woman”

“There’s just this clock inside me that’s been ticking ever since. Like I need to discover something soon”

You stopped him and kissed him on the lips.

He looked at you in the eyes and you stared back.

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you this time.

“I could feel a clock ticking too. I’m done beating around the bush with you Arthur”

You slammed your lips on his again.

“Let’s go someplace else”

He led you into the forest away from the party.

You walked to a tree and leaned your back against it. Arthur stared at you like you were his meal and walked slowly towards you.

He grabbed your hips and pulled them to his and he began softly kissing your neck.

“I missed this. I missed you so much”

He pulled took off his jacket and laid it on the floor for you to lay on. He climbed on top of you and kissed you once again and grabbed your hand.

“I don’t want you to think about Charles” he whispered from the crook of your neck.

“What?”

“When I’m making love to you. I want you to forget how Charles ever did it”

“Me and Charles never had sex”he lifted his head to look at you “you’re the only man who’s ever touched me Arthur”

This made Arthur incredibly happy. He would literally be kept up at night thinking about the chance that Charles probably had you but he didn’t. “Me and Mary never did it either” he explained.

“I’m so glad”

You kissed him again and he pulled your dress up and you ran your fingers through his hair.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants just a bit to release his already growing member.

He aligned himself with you and you squeezed his hand. He pushed himself in and you both moaned at the same time.

“Oh Arthur I-“

Arthur couldn’t get his own words out neither. It’s been too long without each other.

Your body automatically knew how to respond to his. It’s like everything about him was engraved into your genetic code or something. His smell was everywhere. The noises he made filled your ears. The way he touched you sent shivers down your spine and all over.

He continued thrusting into your hot pussy and he finally was able to construct a conceivable phrase.

“I love you y/n. I really love you”

“I lov- I-“ you couldn’t even get it out before your orgasm came crashing down on you.

Arthur was not far behind.

You two were just laying there catching your breaths. He laid his forehead on yours and closed his eyes with his dick still deep inside of you. Cum spilling out of your pussy you didn’t care.

“Hey when was the last time you came before me?”

Your joke caused y’all to laugh and Arthur pulled you on top of him.

“Why are we such fools?” He whispered.

“We were just young”

“We’re you really in love with me back then?”

You took your head off his chest and looked at him.

“I loved you ever since that day we spent at the camp alone. I never stopped since then”

“I loved you ever since I saw you dance in that bar” you smacked his chest. “What I’m being honest”

“Let’s just stop fooling around and making ourselves miserable”

Arthur kissed your forehead again and began to sit up.

“I really don’t want the rest teasing us when we get back. Let’s hurry now”

[collecting-stories]

High - Rafe Cameron

Request: i‘m so happy that your requests are open again 🧡 i absolutely adore your writing!!! Can I request Topper or Rafe (you can choose) with “Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.” ,  „are you coming to thanksgiving dinner?“ and  „it’s halloween,  motherfucker.“ 🧡🧡🧡🧡

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“Are you coming to Thanksgiving dinner?” Wheezie asked, sitting in the den with you watching movies. Rafe was at the Island Club with Topper and Kelce but Wheezie had invited you over to hang out for the day anyway. 

“I don’t know, Rafe hasn’t invited me.” You replied, flipping through your phone as you sat there watching some Hallmark Christmas movie. You and Rafe hadn’t been official for very long, only a month, tops, but you’d been together for longer than that. You and Rafe had started sleeping together in September, after a party, but he didn’t try to make things official until Halloween night.

-  

You fixed the skirt on your costume, a 60’s get up somewhere between Jackie O and Ariana Grande’s latest photoshoot, as you walked through the door of the Thornton house. You could practically hear the bass when you pulled up outside the house, the sound vibrating through your body as you walked into the living room. The house was packed, from wall to wall it felt like there were people, talking over the music, making out on the couches, dancing.  

Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a specific kook. You couldn’t lie, you were surprised when Rafe invited you to the party. Despite the two of you spending more and more time together lately, Rafe wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. He wasn’t even dating material, really, but you couldn’t help yourself.  

“It’s Halloween, motherfuckers!” Rafe’s voice came from the top of the stairs and you rolled your eyes, always the loudest in the room. As everyone in the living room cheered and shouted you got up on one of the side tables, waving as Rafe’s gaze landed on you and he smiled.  

You headed into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of jungle juice and you tried not to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. You hadn’t come to this party for anyone else and you didn’t want to spend time talking to anyone else.  

“Damn,” Rafe had obviously made it to the kitchen in record time, stalking over to you, caging you into the corner of the counter top. “Look at you.”  

“I’m supposed to be like...Jackie O, you like it?” You asked, tilting the circle hat that sat on your head, smiling at him.  

“You’re gorgeous babe.” Rafe replied, kissing you. It was quick though, the kind of kiss that meant he didn’t want anyone to see him kissing you.  

You could only qualify your relationship with Rafe as friends with benefits. The first time you slept with Rafe you were sure that it was just a one off. You’d always been friends with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, the more level-headed of their tight-knit group. And you’d never done anything to compromise that. Until you slept with Rafe after a party. That was fine, you figured, you could chalk it up to a mistake and move on. But then something changed between the two of you. There was something notably more intimate about your relationship with Rafe and he knew it. And it was confirmed when he slept with you again, this time asking for it to be a more permanent thing.

Not that you were his girlfriend. Just that you slept together.  

“There you guys are.” Topper said, walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer, “that kid Liam is looking for you.” He mentioned.  

Rafe’s eyes narrowed as he looked from Topper back to you, staring like you were going to provide him some kind of explanation. But you didn’t, you only moved out away from him, thanking Topper and disappearing further into the house. You truly had no intention of spending time with anyone other than Rafe, aside from Topper and Kelce, but when the opportunity arose who were you not to want Rafe to suffer just a little bit.  

So you found Liam, who was dressed pre-Superman with the red and blue S on his chest peeking through the suit he had on. The conversation was as dry as you thought it would be, but you sat there, resisting the urge to check your phone, taking sips of your drink and hoping this part of the night ended soon.  

You didn’t have to wait long and in your head you’d been silently trying to time it. How long until Rafe got annoyed that you weren’t devoting all your attention to him? How long until it bothered him that you weren’t there sitting in his lap, listening to his jokes? Ten minutes, when you got a chance to look at the clock. Ten minutes from the time you left the kitchen until he pulled you into the upstairs bedroom.  

“Liam, isn’t it?” Rafe didn’t make note of too many of the still-in-high school kids. Aside from you, Topper, and Kelce, he couldn’t give a shit about these people. He barely cared about his own graduating class.  

“Uh, yeah, can I help you?” Liam looked peeved that anyone at all was interrupting his riveting conversation with you about future college plans but especially annoyed that the person in question was Rafe Cameron, kook prince and all-around asshole.

“Just wanted to steal my girlfriend back.” Rafe replied, “don’t exactly get a lot of chances to see her when I’m at school. You understand?”

In what could only be described as a Superman-worthy move, Liam completely ignored Rafe, turning to look at you. Your own attention was on your best friend turned increasingly frequent booty call but you met Liam’s gaze when you realized he was looking at you. “This douche is your boyfriend?”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from laughing, Rafe’s face going red, and you shrugged, “first I’ve heard of it.” You replied, looking away from Liam once more.  

Rafe had never said anything about dating except to explicitly say that you and he were not dating. He’d made it more than clear that you were still just friends...just friends who occasionally slept together but friends.

Of course, you couldn’t deny that getting a rise out of him was always a good enough motive for pushing his buttons, and it was obviously working because he looked ready to hit something. “Can I talk to you?”

“Sure.”

“Alone.” He clarified when you didn’t move.

“I’ll see you later?” You asked Liam, just for the hell of it.  

He grabbed your arm, very un-Clark Kent like, as if he was going to pull you back down onto the couch. “You’re not seriously blowing me off for him?”

“That’s what I just said.” You replied, pulling your arm back. He grabbed at you again, hand extended to reach your arm when Rafe shoved him back onto the couch.  

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.” That protectiveness had always been there, since you met, but you couldn’t deny that you liked watching him get pissed at someone for you. You were completely capable of fighting your own battles but something about Rafe intervening always made you feel instantly safe.  

You followed Rafe up the stairs of the whosever house was hosting the party, taking a door that led to a bedroom. You sat on the bed while he locked the door behind the two of you, no further interruptions. You assumed he was in the mood and unwilling to seek anyone else out.  

“Are you sure you didn’t take me up here to punish me, I feel a lot like a little kid that just got in trouble.” You commented, looking around the room. You’d seemingly struck gold with the master instead of a friend’s room. It always skeeved you to make out with someone in someone else’s room.  

“What the hell are you doing with him?”  

“Here we go.” You rolled your eyes. He was going to yell at you about someone you barely knew. Liam sat behind you in math and he talked constantly about himself.  

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I not be concerned that fucking dick grabbed you like you were a piece of property.”

“Don’t act like you dragged me away because of that. You were jealous that I wasn’t tripping over myself to talk to you.” You retorted. Friends with benefits had come with a lot of changes to your relationship, the worst of which was the fighting. You weren’t sure if it was some sort of underlying tension between you and Rafe but ever since you’d started sleeping together he snapped at you constantly and you gave it right back.  

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavy, trying not to say anything he didn’t want to. You were right, he was pissed the second Topper told you that kid wanted to talk to you and you walked away. As if Liam was more important than him.  

“Well,” you said, getting up off the bed, “great talk. I’ll be downstairs.”

“Fine. Yes, I was jealous.” Rafe admitted before you could make it to the door. “I was pissed that you ran off to talk to that loser.”

“I’m allowed to talk to other people at parties Rafe, I’m not your-”

“Stop saying that.” He snapped. “I get it okay, I get it, you’re not my girlfriend. You always gotta  fucking point it out, don’t you?”  

“If you don’t like it, change it.” You replied.

“What?”

“Ask me out, for real. Stop doing all this sneaking around shit. Topper and Kelce won’t care and you know that I like you. Ask me out.”  

“Fine.” Rafe replied, rubbing the back of his neck, trying his best to look nonchalant, “go out with me.”

“Fine. I will.”

-

You ignored your phone the first time it went off, busy dutch braiding Wheezie’s hair for her. Rafe was supposed to be taking you on a date tonight but so far, your afternoon of movies at Tanney Hill had turned into a full-blown sleepover with face masks and pizza. You had a pretty good idea that your boyfriend had ended up at Kelce’s house, probably bullshitting with him and Topper.  

“I thought you and Rafe were going out tonight?” Wheezie asked, handing you a hair band so you could tie off the right side of her hair.  

“He’s probably high off his ass somewhere, knowing your brother.” You replied. Your phone rang again as you started on the second braid. Glancing down, it was no surprise that Rafe’s name showed up. Either calling because he was high and horny or calling because he realized that he had forgotten the date and was trying to make-up for it. Or both.  

“So, are you coming to Thanksgiving?”  

“If Rafe asks me to.” You replied.  

“He probably will, he’s totally in love with you.” Wheezie replied. She handed you the other hair band so that you could tie off the second braid for her.  

“Oh yeah? What do you know that I don’t?” You asked, “come on Wheeze.”  

You grabbed your phone off the couch beside you to check the messages. Rafe had texted you twice. Once to tell you that he was at Topper’s and again to ask where you were. You texted him back that you were at Tanney Hill and seconds later your phone was ringing.  

“Hey,” You answered, putting your phone on speaker and placing it in your lap so that you could grab a slice of pizza. “What’s up?”

“Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night,” Rafe said, clearly as high as you told Wheezie you thought he was.  

“What are you talking about?” You asked.  

“You texted me that you were at my house.”

“I am at your house.” You replied, “we were gonna go on a date remember?”  

You heard Rafe groan and bit your lip to stop from laughing at him. Things had definitely changed since you and Rafe started actually dating and not just sleeping together but one thing that remained the same throughout was how terrible he was at keeping track of time.  

“Fuck, that was today?” He asked.  

“Yes. Why did you text me?”

“I’m fucking baked, like, can you pick me up?”  

You rolled your eyes, “yeah, are you at Kelce’s?”  

“Yeah,” he replied, voice sounding a little distant for a moment before he came back to the phone, “Thank you baby, I love you so much.”

“You’re so high right now,” you laughed. Rafe was not an overly affectionate person, aside from he was drunk or high or right after sex. It was why he’d taken so long to admit that he liked you and why he still struggled with being an attentive boyfriend. “Keep talking, I’m loving it.” You said, grabbing your shoes.  

“Baby-”

“I’m coming to get you.” You promised, looking over at Wheezie, “you wanna come? Then I can have a witness to how nice your brother is to me.”  

“I’m always nice to you!” Rafe called through the phone.

“I know, you’re the best babe.” You laughed as you said it but you did mean it, there were a lot of things that frustrated you about Rafe but you loved him and you had for a while. And hearing him tell you that he loved you, even if he forgot it tomorrow, still made your heart race. 

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A Bunny with Bunny?  -Tamaki x reader-

Word count: 2k

Tamaki was someone who needed constant reassuring, you knew that when getting in a relationship with him. But sometimes, you forget. With a new tiny addition to your family distracting you and taking all your time, its hard not to get insecure and jealous.

A/n: AHHHHHHH, I can’t. I hope you guys enjoy the first fanfic I post here. I’ve literally never posted in Tumblr ever. I’ve always used Wattpad.

It was common knowledge by this point that Tamaki Amajiki had a lot of insecurities and anxiety. It only heightened when it came to you.

Although, a lot of the time you diffused his anxiety and insecurities pretty quickly once you realized. Whenever it came to you, he found himself deep in thought at night thinking if he deserved you.

In his mind, you were an incredible person with an equally wonderful personality. While he, on the other hand, was shy and riddled with nervousness at any social interaction. You shone bright, much like Mirio, he thought of himself as nothing compared to you.

Every single time he's had one of those thoughts, you'd be able to sense his doubts by the way he carried himself. Not doubts about your relationship or you, but on himself.

So, the entire day you'd stick close to him, showering him with light affection that you knew won't embarrass or make him feel even more embarrassed.

He considered himself EXTREMELY lucky to have someone as understanding and caring as you in his life. He knew dealing with his myriad of issues was difficult. But you went through them with no problem.

You even helped him with helping himself. By your constant words of affirmation, he's been able to be a bit more confident, even when you weren't there to help him.

Time went on, and by the second year you were dating, he barely had any doubts about himself in your relationship.

That is until he heard your conversation with Nejire.

"Just look at him!!!" You squealed in excitement.

 He was going through a hallway when he heard your and Nejire's voice when the hallways separated to the right and left. He stopped to listen in, curious about what you were talking about.

 "He is adorable." Nejire seemed to agree with you, peeking at the corner. He saw how you gushed about whatever photo you were showing Nejire.

His heart sank a little bit, but he wanted to give the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was a photo of a family member.

"I just met him like last week and already have A LOT of photos of him."

Ok, this is starting to not sound like a family member.

Maybe it's a friend's baby brother. You have a lot of friends outside of the school you were close to their siblings as well.

"I just want to pamper him with all the kisses in the world and give him world!!!" You gushed.

Shit.

 Tamaki felt his heart drop. There's no way you were talking about a family member. Not by the way you seem to be enamored by them.

He tried to think back on when you seemed to lose interest. Thinking back to last week, did you act any differently?

If you did, he didn't notice it. The problem was last week you said you were ridiculously busy with stuff at home. He could even see from the tapping of your foot to the ground when it was last period you were aching to go back home.

Was it because of this new guy?

His heart clenched at the thought.

"God, I love him so much." His mind begged him to stop listening.

But before walking away, he wanted to hear what Nejire might say. There's no way his best friend would be ok with this.

There's no way she wouldn't protest at you being infatuated with another person when you were still in a relationship with Tamaki. That's just what a good friend would do. Instead of that, she said jokingly.

"Watch out a certain blue-haired boy might get jealous." You both laughed at her remark.

Did you think he wouldn't get jealous over you doting on another guy?

Did the nights you spent together cuddling and napping together really meant nothing to you?

His insecurities crept back into his mind. Tiny voices whispered about how he should've expected it. He should've expected someone as radiant as you would never want to be with someone like him.

His vision was blurred by the lot of tears that came down as he furiously tried to wipe them away.

He didn't watch the way he was going, and as a result, he bumped in head first to someone's chest.

He tried to mutter an apology, yet it came out as a stuttering mess of squeaks. "Woah! Slow down, Tamaki. What's wrong?"

Mirio.

Thankfully the guy he bumped into was Mirio, one of the most understanding guys he ever known.

Mirio pulled Tamaki to the side, where they both sat on a nearby seat. He patiently waited as Tamaki rubbed his eyes red, trying to clear his eyes from tears.

When Tamaki finally calmed down a little and is now just sniffling once in a while, Mirio braved himself to ask the question.

"Hey, Tamaki, what's wrong?" Tamaki's gaze still fixed to the ground, spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "I think Y/n doesn't love me anymore."

Mirio's eyes went wide in shock. He didn't believe that in a second. You're the person who'd take any chance you can get to attack Tamaki with kisses or force him to cuddle with you whenever he felt unloved.

"Why do you think that?" Mirio composed himself. "I overheard them and Nejire talking about some guy she found cu- cute."

He stuttered a little bit at the end, finding it hard to believe that he would ever say that out loud.

"There has to be a misunderstanding here. Are you sure it's not just some celebrity or a family member?"

Tamaki heard the small panic in Mirio's voice. He knew Mirio didn't want to accept the fact either. "I heard them say that they just met him last week and that they wanted to give him kisses."

Mirio rubbed his temples to try and cope with the upcoming headache caused by stress.

There would be no way that you'd do that to Tamaki, is there?

There was a possibility that you and Tamaki's relationship didn't work out. He knew relationships aren't always permanent. But he didn't believe that you'd be such a coward, flirting with other guys when you were still in a relationship with someone who's head over heels for you.

"Tamaki, how about this." Mirio wanted to come up with a plan. Since it was already time to go home anyway, he thought it'd be a great idea to do it. "You and I can both go to Y/n's house, where they're most likely at right now, then we can talk about it."

Tamaki looked like he was about to disagree until, Mirio cut him off, "We need to make sure we read the situation correctly. We don't want to assume the worse, but at the same time, we shouldn't be needlessly positive either."

Tamaki gaped at Mirio's calmness. He knew he was so lucky to have Mirio as a friend. Someone level-headed that was able to bring Tamaki's mind to the situation at hand.

Tamaki agreed with Mirio together made their way over to your house. Albeit, both of them pretty nervous about what they might uncover.

When reaching your front door, Tamaki noticed how your parent's car wasn't there, which meant they weren't home. Tamaki took the spare key you gave him and opened the door.

It was relatively quiet until there was a high-pitched squeal from your bedroom.

Tamaki jumped at the sudden sound, and Mirio identified it as Nejire's voice.

"HE LOOKS CUTER IN PERSON!!!" They both heard Nejire scream.

Both the boys had incredibly bad feelings about this. Nejire's statement only confirmed the fact that you had brought this guy to your house.

Tamaki shook his head when Mirio motioned him to open the door to your bedroom.

He didn't want to see you all over a new guy who took your interest.

Hell, he didn't even want to be there in the first place.

Mirio sighed and nodded. He understood the circumstances his best friend was in and decided to open the door first.

When he did, the sight made his mouth gape open.

"Mirio!" You greeted the Tintin looking man (he looks like Tintin sue me.) "I've been looking for you everywhere. I want you to meet a special someone."

Tamaki, from behind Mirio's muscular physique, was still hidden from the two other people in the room and also couldn't see anything.

He only assumed the worst.

"This is Shiro. My parents bought him as a gift, and isn't he just the cutest little thing."

Wait

Wait

WAIT

BOUGHT??

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BOUGHT???

Tamaki pulled Mirio away from the door frame and looked at the sight that made Mirio so speechless.

Nejire was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her hand filled with fresh and clean greens.

You were sitting cross-legged as well, but on the ground. In the middle of your legs slept a tiny little black and white Dutch rabbit. (search them up they're adorable)

Now he understood why Mirio was speechless.

It was never a family member.

It was never a new guy.

It was never even a human being.

It was a fucking bunny.

He got so jealous to the point of crying, over a damn bunny.

Embarrassment seeped through him and he instantly walked to the corner of the wall to face it.

He should've noticed the litter box in your house. And how there were tufts of fur stuck on your clothes.

God, he felt so dumb.

You were so confused at your boyfriend's sudden timidness, but because of the tiny little ball of fur currently sleeping where you're sitting. There's no way you'd move and stir him from his sleep.

Mirio laughed out loud, and you quickly quieted him, explaining how bunnies are easily spooked.

He apologized and sat cross-legged in front of you, examining the tiny bunny thankfully still deep in slumber.

"Tamaki heard you talking about little Shiro to Nejire today." You nodded, while your hand softly caresses Shiro's head.

Tamaki shuffled closer into the wall, wishing to any god out there to melt into the wall. "After he told me, we genuinely thought you found a new boyfriend."

Your eyes widened and you looked over to your shy boyfriend.

Your heart ached at the thought.

Luckily for you, Shiro began waking up. Upon waking up, he promptly walked away from you to examine the new human being in the corner of the room, Tamaki.

You stood and gave Tamaki the biggest hug from the back you could muster.

Shiro nuzzled on Tamaki's ankles a little bit, making you giggle. "He seems to like you a lot!" Tamaki still refused to turn your way.

"You know in the RARE chance that I find someone even better than you. Which may I add is close to impossible I would never lie to you and still be in a relationship with you." He valued your honesty and the way you didn't try and make empty promises.

Mirio and Nejire took this as a cue to leave. Nejire, leaving the leafy greens on your bedside table above some tissues.

You took Tamaki's arm and turned him to look at you.

"Hey, hey. Have you been crying over this?" His gaze still fixated on the floor, he nodded.

You sighed and took one of your hands to his cheek to caress it. He enjoyed the warmth of your hand and leaned into it more.

Still trying to reassure him, you gave him a small peck on his lips.

Reminding him that right now, he was the most precious HUMAN guy in your life.

Shiro suddenly thumped at the ground with his two back legs. Both of you glanced over at the tiny bunny.

He looked pissed. He seemed to be demanding your attention and is furious to not be getting any.

Both of you burst into laughter at the silly behavior your bunny was now showing. You both sat down on the floor and began to give the bunny attention.

"See even he's jealous of you." You picked Shiro up on both your hands, all his four feet safely planted on the palm of your hand close to your stomach and not high from the ground.

Tamaki looked at you and Shiro and smiled intently. "Bunny with their pet bunny."

Your face heated up at the comment he made using your pet name, "oh shut up." You tried not to sound flustered but failed miserably. By the dopey smile you have decorating your face right now, Tamaki knew you were still ridiculously in love with him.

Even if one day you're not, Tamaki feels good knowing you'd break up with him before you hurt him any further.

After all, you are his most precious, incredible, kind, caring, daring, loving, patient.

Bunny

[beecherdrysdale]

First of all I love you both 😍 thank you for sticking with me.

Get ready for a long response hehe.

Yessss let’s all meet up and then we can rent a car and drive to Canada or fly and then start from Toronto :) ummm idk I think I can drive an RV. But why not do both . Rent out cars, and an RV lol .

Ok I see kesh has assigned our cars! I love it , ok quinner can sit in front with me so that I can hold his hand lol. I’m not putting Ryan upfront because we are chaotic when together lol .

Damn Brigid is having a real nice time in her car 😏

And kesh has the most calm car lol . GET READY TO LOSE. If it were an 8 seater I would probably put quinton behind me so that he wouldn’t distract me :)

Lmao Brigid would be yelling at Dylan and Jamie for knotting her hair and I would have to stop the car so that Quinton or Devon could help her hair. Food wise yes to everything. I love trail mix and peanut butter filled pretzels. Have you ever had malt teasers? Those are so yummy:). I love bbq chips but also I really like Himalayan salt kettle chips lol. I’d try culvers but also I’m not the biggest fan of poutine but I would definitely buy you some ! Nanaimo bars are yummy too :). Imma drive fast tho so be prepared.

Jamie is first stop. I’m still loving Dylan and Jamie braiding your hair. The music would be amazing! I love rolling down the windows and blasting music lol.

Thank you, me and Ryan are chirp kings. Idk I just see us getting along really well! And being super chaotic.

Nahhh we all see you getting handsy with Dylan😏😏. And him getting handsy with you.... girl please put your hands on his abs I need to witness that....

And then after you can go straddle Jamie’s waist hehe. Ryan and I will most definitely chirp you.

Once again, Dutch braids are the superior braid hairstyle. Another look that we are trying are wearing visors, ponytails, and backward caps lol.

Yesss the boat is a must especially in BC! We can go wakeboarding, tubing, swimming etc. Or just tan and maybe cuddle w the boys. Lmao last time my fam rented a boat I always sit on the railings but it would be so cute if Dylan or Jamie held your waist if you were to sit on the railings. Ryan would probably push me off the railings and I would fall in the water. Honestly if I was quick enough I would grab him so that we both fall lol. Kesh and Kirby are just enjoying the boat, the wind against their faces. Imma let Devon steer the boat because he wouldn’t go psycho while driving it.

Haha yes Quinner is a clingy drunk and I love it l. He would probably follow me everywhere. But then slow dancing with him 🥺 I also wanna have his beanies lol. Brigid you are dancing with both and making each boy jealousssss. Kesh +Kirby are just chilling, and dancing with each other the whole time

I’m gonna just say it, the locked room would be chaos. I’m good chilling with Dylan, but yes that Jamie scenario is sooo cute. Him just trying to get your attention, maybe pulling your hair lol. Aww him being confused and always asking how he can help.... and you’re like of course, here let me explain it to you! And at the end he’s like what? Aww you in the corner with him, I’m in love with that scenario. He would call you “my smart girl” hehe.

I weirdly have a lot of swim suits, my mom is kinda the opposite, she’s always like wear a bikini, you have the body if it know then when? Lol I always laugh so hard. I’m insecure so I ask to buy full pieces. We would all rock bikinis tho 😍

I wanna see your bikinis brigid and kesh !! #hotgirlsummer .Brigid you would have the most tho. I would definitely bring hoodies, shorts, a few tshirts and maybe a sundress. Plus athletic clothes. Ooo yess let’s go shopping ! That would be fun, I always over pack tho lol . Idk what type of clubbing clothes you would want because I know some stores or you can always borrow mine since I’m the same height as you :) kesh don’t worry we got you ! Also true we would probably end up in the boys clothes. They would be so jealous when we go clubbing tho because we are in our sexy outfits haha.

Guys we still gotta pack a lotta aloe vera and sunscreen because we don’t want our boys to burn.

Ok kesh- soup or salad hehe.

Also what jerseys do y’all want?

yesss i’m in love with this entire thing 😍

ok so yes we definitely have to meet up first and hang out, but then we would get our cars and the race would begin. my car is amazing and we are going to dominate bc me and dylan together = the most competitive team ever, idk when you guys are going to figure that out and stop putting us together lol. i feel kind of bad for quinton in my car tho lmao. and then lexi won’t let ryan sit in the front bc she knows he would be too chaotic and she wants to hold quinner’s hand anyways. but then ryan is just annoying her from the backseat the whole time lol. and then we have kesh just chilling in her car 

but then when we’re all in the car together and lexi is driving, jamie and dyl are trying to do my hair from the backseat but it just ends up in a HUGE knot. so then i have to make lexi stop and have devon or quinton move behind me so they can work on getting it out while we drive, and jamie and dyl are just pouting in the backseat lmao. so then i would have to tell them that i appreciate the effort and then teach them how to actually do it once we’re not in the car anymore lol. also yes the music and food would be amazing. i actually had to look up what maltesers are bc we don’t have them here, but they look really similar to whoppers which are really good. i also looked up nanaimo bars and they look amazing, now i really want one lol. and yes himalayan salt kettle chips are so good too. i just really want to try poutine bc i’ve never had it before

haha yes you and ryan are the chirp kings. literally the two of you would be chirping me sm the entire trip. first when me and dylan are getting handsy on the jet ski lol. like yes i will be putting my hands on his abs. and then i can feel the muscle ripple underneath my hands 😏 and then you guys would be chirping me again when i’m helping jamie with his aloe vera and straddling his waist. literally the whole trip would just be the two of you making fun of me with dyl and jamie lmao

yes ok i feel like there is sm fun stuff to do with the boat. like all the wakeboarding, tubing, and swimming and i feel like we would intentionally try to make each other fall in the whole time lol. but then eventually we’d all get tired and just be tanning and chilling and maybe drinking lol omg yes it would be so cute to have dyl or jamie hold my waist while i’m sitting on the railing 🥺 and i could see quinner doing the same with you but then he moves away to go get a drink and then ryan pushes you in lmao. and then kesh and kirby are just chilling together watching the chaos unfold like usual

yesss you taking care of quinner bc he’s being clingy and following you around. but then you guys would be adorable slow dancing together even if he was stepping on your feet lol. haha me trying to dance equally with jamie and dyl bc i don’t want either to get jealous but they both do anyway. and then as soon as i try to sit down the one i wasn’t dancing with pulling me up to dance with him. and then kesh and kirby dancing too and actually being good at it somehow, unlike the rest of us who just can’t get it

haha yes the escape room would be complete chaos. you wouldn’t be causing them with ryan for once, you would just be chilling with dyl making fun of the rest of us. and then the entire jamie scenario i love 🥺 like he just tugs gently on one of my braids to get my attention and then offers to help. and i’m just like explaining how everything works. awww “my smart girl” i love it 😍 dyl might be getting jealous tho lmao

omg i wish my mom was like that. but she’s like no you can’t show your stomach that’s too much skin. like ma’am what? but i finally convinced her to get me a couple so we’re all gucci. and i always wear my bikinis on vacation bc i associate one pieces with my practice suits lol. yesssss  we would all look so hot in our bikinis #hotgirlsummer

haha yes same i would pack mostly hoodies and athletic clothes bc that’s what i have lol, but then we could go shopping together to get cute vacation clothes. and clubbing clothes obvi. i kind of want a little black dress too, even tho i usually don’t like dresses. and we would buy a bunch of cute outfits, but then we’d end up not wearing them much bc we’d just steal the guys clothes instead lol. but then when we put on our clubbing clothes we bought to go out with them and we’re not wearing their clothes for once they would be like shocked. and they would be like damn you guys look really good

yes we need a shit ton of sunscreen, but they’ll still burn so then we get to help with aloe vera 😏

kesh this questions for you: soup or salad?

obvi for me i want a drysdale and a holloway jersey. what about you guys?

[imnotwolverine]

Intermission

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: Oh you guys! This chapter has been a bit of a headache. It just kept dragging on and on, making me delete like 70% and then rewriting most of it. So please... “bear” with me - hehe. Have a lovely weekend!

Word count: 1.572

Disclaimer: fluff and smut

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This is part 17 of the Tea for Two story

You can find the Masterlist here. 

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< Go back to part 16

‘So is he..good? In bed?’

Gary, my one and only gay friend moved up in his seat so he could better assess my reaction, a glass of expensive whiskey rolling in his well manicured fingers..

We were sitting on a black, well-worn leather couch in the small living room that he and my other friends shared. Around us a dozen others were hanging about, chatting and drinking in celebration of the 30th birthday of one of our friends. Friends whom I had not seen in over a year. And boy had I missed them. And boy were we growing old now.

‘Well..?’ Gary’s excited voice awoke me from my deafening stare. I sniffled softly and looked at Gary, his eyes sparkling in wonder. 

‘Oh..he is.’ I smirked.

‘Details woman! We need details!’ He exclaimed, stretching his arms in exasperation, almost letting his drink pour over the edge of his tumbler glass.

I shrugged and took a long sip of my wine, stretching the moment to further annoy him, eyeing the few others that were quietly listening in on the conversation. Gary rolled his eyes, gesturing me to speak with large exaggerated hand movements.  

‘Whatcha wanna know?’ I finally quirked.

‘EVERYTHING. Oh come on. The internet’s filled with gossip. We need to know! Big, thick and uncut, true? Experimental? Dominant? Kinky? God of cunnilingus?’

‘GOODNESS GARY..where have you even found all that..’ I hesitated a moment. ‘..stuff..?’

I couldn’t really say nonsense now, could I? It was all kind of true.

‘HA! So they were right!’

Gary knew me too well.

‘Oh! GIRL! I’m so jealous. Oh my god. Is he interested in sharing? Threesome maybe? Hmm?’ Gary rattled in excitement.

‘Gary..I know what you are aiming at, dirty old friend. And I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. He’s not very into..sharing.’ I sniffled.

‘Darn.’ He playfully tapped his leg as he fell back, the leather couch whiffing as he crossed his legs in utter defiance. ‘I’d TOTALLY give bi-sex a try if he’d even just..think..about it, you know.’ He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink.

‘Did you two move in together already?’ A girl I didn’t know jumped in, stopping Gary from further cross-examining my sex life.

‘I…guess.’ I offered them a hesitant look. ‘It’s a bit hard to tell, since we’re almost constantly travelling, moving both our belongings from one place to the other every few days or so…I tell you: that’s a LOT of tooth brushes and weekend bags of clothes…’ I laughed.

‘Must be difficult.’ She said, curling her lips in an awkward smile. I shrugged. ‘It’s okay. A bit exhausting at times, but well worth it. Especially since we get to experience it together.’

‘So you’re practically always together? Looks like someone’s gonna get married soon!’ One of my other friend sniffled, leaning in and poking my arm playfully.

I gasped, swatting my hand at his arm. ‘Hardly! We’ve been together for a little over half a year now. That’d be a bit too quick, no? Besides I bet Henry wouldn’t rush such a thing, since it’s so all important to him.’

Right? Or no? My mind faltered as my friends grinned, obviously not agreeing with me.

‘Yea..and I bet YOUR ass he’s looking for a ring right as we speak.’ My friend chided, sticking out his tongue as I gave him a warning look.

‘Or thinking of baby names..’ Gary laughed.

‘GUYS! COME ON! Give a girl a break will ya?’ I blushed, taking a quick sip of my wine.

Babies? Babies…

I quickly continued. ‘And just so you know; he’s well aware of my stance on marriage and..rings, my darlings.’ I stated. ‘Now enough about Henry. I want to hear about you guys!’

The boys snickered a bit, then agreed and soon enough the conversation flowed on as they spoke of their plans to finally move out of this dungey apartment, about funny things that had happened at work, about the closing down of one of their favourite pubs and some new upcoming video games and movies. Just like the old days.

Drinks filled our bellies as the hands of the clock seemed to spiral at lightning speed, nerdy conversations filling the air, the clock way too soon striking 4 AM - about time to call it a night. Our minds fuzzy and our laughter filling the otherwise gloomy, quiet apartment block, we said our goodbyes, my tired ass plopping down on the makeshift bed on one of the couches. Also like the old days.

Oh how I had missed them, my sweet, Dutch friends.

And how I now missed him.

My dear sweet henry.

As had become second nature by now, my fingers dug my phone from my pocket while I laid down on the couch, looking if I had any messages. The screen brightened the now dark living room and my eyes quickly moved to Whatsapp.  

“Good night dear.” He had sent about an hour ago.

I felt my lips curl up in a gentle smile and texted him a kissing emoticon back, staring at the bright screen for another minute or so before the alcohol in my veins made me so drowsy I fell asleep right then and there, phone still in hand.

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The next day.

Back in London it was surprisingly nice out, a soft spring sun warming the small backyard of Henry’s Mews home. I was sitting on the small wooden bench, drinking tea with Henry right beside me, his eyes intently staring at a live soccer match on his tablet.

I had long given up any attempts to get into soccer, my eyes instead focused on New Spring from the Wheel of Time series (I had found this massive collection on Henry’s bookshelf and thought I might as well give it a try).

Henry sighed softly as the referee blew his whistle, ending the not very exciting match. ‘They played a draw.’ Henry yawned, stretching himself out like a big cat, his body weight making the bench wobble dangerously. I hummed, wobbling along with the bench as my eyes remained trained on the book.

He looked at me for a moment before he stood up, kissing me on the forehead. ‘Can I get you anything?’ He tried. I shook my head, keeping my gaze fixed on the pages, not wanting to miss the exciting passage I was reading. ‘No?’ He teased, lowering one of his hands in front of the book, while his other hand cupped my chin. I looked up at him with question, only to be met with a cheeky grin.

‘Hi love.’ He smiled. ‘Hi sexy.’ I chuckled, peeling the book from his hand and moving it to the corner of my eye so I could continue reading. He shook his head, letting out a low chuckle as he tilted my face a bit more, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. ‘Well.. I’m going to clean up the house a bit. Leave you be with your new lover.’

I rolled my eyes, quickly reaching for his hand before he could walk away, lifting myself up so I could plant another kiss on his lips. ‘I love you,’ I smiled against his lips. He hummed. ‘I love you too my little bookwurm.’

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After some 30 minutes he still hadn’t returned. I had just finished another chapter and got up. 

Walking into the kitchen I realised it was suspiciously quiet downstairs. No Henry in the living room. In the garage. In the bathroom. I moved to the hallway and heard some soft shuffling upstairs.

Didn’t the cleaner come like..two days ago? What was he doing?

I walked up the creaking stairs, finding Henry in the bedroom, surrounded by piles and piles of boxes with clothes in them. I quirked my head in question while he looked up. 

‘What’s going on here? Spring cleaning?’ I grinned. He smiled broadly. ‘I’m making some space.’ Then nodded at the suitcase that held all my clothes. ‘Mmmkey… you really don’t have to do that you know.’ I pointed at all the boxes. ‘I’m going to have them stored. They’re too small for me right now, anyways.’ He got up, stepping forward so he could wrap me in his arms, placing a loving kiss on my slightly agape lips. He looked at me for a good moment, his tongue darting over his lips as if he was nervous.

I chuckled.

‘Okey..ask that burning question on your tongue.’

He gave me a knowing look, then enclosed me even further to his chest, moving his thumbs so he could rub soft circles against my temples, his eyes peering into mine. 

‘My dearest Lisa. I’m having such a good life with you. I can simply not handle being without you….’ He looked at me intensely, making my heart skip, my mind racing. What was he going to ask? Wasn’t it too soon? WERE MY FRIENDS RIGHT? PLEASE NO RING.

‘Would you move in with me?’

Oh thank the ...

‘Yes!’ I blurted out, a little surprised myself as the words escaped my lips so abruptly. He laughed giddily, picking me up and swirling me around. ‘Yes yes yes! Hahah. I am glad.’ He smiled, his pearly whites stretching from ear to ear. ‘Oh bear.’ I sniffled, wrapping my legs around his hips to give him a more demanding kiss. ‘I am more than glad.’ I whispered sensually, my hips rubbing enticingly against his groin. 

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Part 18 > 

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Dutch

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- You meet Dutch at the beach while the two of you are out with your respective friend groups. Your two groups sort of merge as the night drags on and you begin to talk with Dutch, getting to know each other and laughing together. The night ends and the two of you say goodbye promising to talk the next day at school. 

- You do and the two of you begin a friendship of sorts. At first you think he’s sweet and consider accepting his flirty offers of taking you out until you get a better look at who he really seems to be. His actions rub you the wrong way and make you uncomfortable whenever you’re forced to sit around and watch him (and his friends) bully some kid. 

- Dutch is volatile; he’s explosive, he’s unpredictable and he’s just plain mean. Don’t get him wrong he likes that about himself, the way he can intimidate people without even trying but it bothers him to no end the way that you seem wary of him as though he could even think about hurting you in any way.

- Regardless of how he feels, you try your best to brush off his flirting after you get to see his mean streak although you do remain friends. After all he was always nice to you and fun to be around when his “rivals” weren’t around.

- To his credit the boy takes the hint and lightens up on his attempts of asking you out but a whole new issue arises when he does so: jealousy. Whenever you express interest in someone else it bothers him to no end since you should be his. He always ends up making some sarcastic or passive aggressive comment about the guy in an attempt to deter you from dating them, more often than not he’ll use his reputation to get them to stay away from you. 

-But you never seem to catch on to what he’s doing which leads you to naively introduce him to your new boyfriend. You expect him to be polite or as nonchalant as a normal person usually is when being introduced to their friends boyfriend but he isn’t. He’s cold, rude, mean; he basically harasses the guy right in front of you and even makes some nasty comments towards you as you confront him about his behavior. Listen most of the Cobras do not take rejection/jealousy well.

“You’re a real asshole Dutch. I can’t believe I actually liked you” You growl as you decide you’ve had enough and leave with your date.

- He goes home and lifts some weights to let off a little steam all the while feeling worse and worse about how he acted towards you (only you, he doesn’t feel at all bad about insulting your boyfriend). He’s still angry when he tries to call you later that night even though he’s managed to calm down a bit. Alas that little bit of anger comes right back when you don’t pick up the phone. 

- He drives to your house, he does not give two shits about whether or not you want to see him because he needs to see you. You’ll suddenly just hear your front door being nearly taken off its hinges with the force of someones knocking; you know exactly who it is so you don’t call the cops. You just open the door preparing to tell him off before his hands are on your cheeks and his lips are being pushed against yours. 

- You’re too shocked to do anything as he pushes you back into your house all the while continuing to kiss you, you’re just glad you’re parents aren’t home. When you finally break apart from him you aren’t sure what to say, you just stand there for a minute as you try to process things before you tell him that he’s still an asshole. He just gives you a wolfish grin before he replies with “sure am” and kisses you again. 

- Long story short he stays for a while and “apologizes” to you, and you break up with your boyfriend (who you had only been dating/seeing for like three days) the next day before school. 

- Riding on his bike with him. He loves feeling you cling onto him and likes hearing his friends whoop and holler as he rides off with you.

- He just likes laying on you so much?? The two of you get home from school or he comes over after karate practice and just moves himself between your legs and lays his head against your stomach (or your boobs).

- Speaking of napping, your bed is so much more comfortable to him and he can’t explain why. Anytime he’s hurt or really exhausted he finds himself just wanting to be with you in your bed.

- He loves when you sit and watch him work on his bike. Just make sure to wear clothes you dont like when you go to see him becuase you’ll end up with motor oil handprints on you.

- Going to all his tournaments and making sure he knows he did amazing (or his best) since his sensai won’t. He usually has to fight the urge to go and kiss you whenever he wins a match.

- Touchy touchy~ His arm is always around your shoulders or waist often pulling you in to kiss your cheek or forehead.

- He flexes whenever you look at him while he’s shirtless.

- If you’re in his gym class just know that he’s going hard during soccer practice. You have to see that he is the ultimate beefcake and the best choice for a boyfriend, he’ll make you see.

- He likes carrying your books for you, he likes to show how strong he is.

- Piggyback rides.

- Hugs from behind.

- Part of me feels like Dutch doesn’t like Johnny, or at least has some kind of grudge against him. Just the way he acts with him seems so off? Like he’s faking it. So going off of that- you get to hear all the inside drama of the Cobra gang and get to listen to his rants about what Lawrence has ‘done this time’.

- Just shaking your head and smiling whenever he brags about his wins or his position at the dojo.

- Biting back a smile when he mocks someone making him look like an utter doofus in the process. You can’t help it when he makes such a stupid face.

- Comforting him after he loses a match or when he’s angry/upset in general.

- Taking care of him after fights even though he’s sort of grumpy during the whole ordeal. It’s usually because he’s embarrassed that you’re “babying” him or that you’re seeing him so vulnerable.

- Getting used to the taste of blood.

- Having to try to hold him back whenever he tries to escalate a situation or fight someone.

- He’s pretty possessive, you’re like a trophy to him and anyone who tries to take away his trophies are going to have a bad time.

- Jealousy…obviously. He’s just a jealous person in general not just in regards to you and other guys.

- I feel like he’s the type of guy who would try to make the person who he thinks is a potential threat uncomfortable enough that they just leave. Like he’ll try to make out with you or get really handsy until they get the hint.

- He’s very protective of you. He’s sort of like a sweet murder puppy that you can sick on someone whenever you need.

- Wearing his Cobra jacket.

- He can be really soft when he wants to be, you just have to unlock that part of him.

- Whenever he stands behind you he likes to hold you by your forearms and lean his head against yours.

- Getting him to teach you some basic karate moves. He thinks it’s cute seeing you mimic his moves and how excited you get when you do something right for the first time. He calls you his little protégée or his mini me.

- He also thinks it’s really cute when you steal his dojo hat or something and do little stereotypical karate poses to make him smile.

- He either acts really nonchalant when you fight or he gets really angry. When he’s nonchalant he pretends that whatever issue he has isn’t bothering him or that you’re acting really childish for having the problem that you have. When he gets angry he’ll yell at you or argue like his life depends on it.

- You’ll usually wind up breaking up with him or leaving the room in a fit of rage. Neither ends very well. He always tries his hardest to get you to talk to him again or take him back without actually apologizing or admitting he’s wrong until he’s forced to.

- Going out to eat with him after practice.

- So many nicknames/pet names, a lot of them are borderline insults but that’s just his thing.

- He jokingly makes you arm wrestle him and pretends that he can’t handle how strong you are to make you giggle.

- Sarcastically complimenting him when he bully’s someone or is threatening to do something.

“Mmm, oh yes, you’re sooo tough and strong.”

- Sitting on his lap.

- Kissing the corner of his mouth which results in him pulling you back for a proper kiss.

- Lots of making out, it’s the best way to calm him down or make him feel better. It’s a nice distraction.

- Tasteful Hickeys; basically anywhere you can cover up easy if you wanted to.

- He ogles you whenever you’re at the beach or wearing tight clothes. He wolf whistles and gives you a grin whenever you catch him.

- Getting close to his friends and trying to help all of them when they need it, especially after they have some bad losses and get told off my Kreese. At least a few of them have/had crushes on you.

- He doesn’t say “I love you” a lot but he knows that he does and he makes sure you do too.

- He can’t wait until he can marry you, he really appreciates everything you’ve done for him and can’t imagine his life without you.

[whatadaze]

Hi 💕 could you write something about Noah getting jealous of some guy talking to Liv after her concert or sth like that ( I desperately need cute Noliv) 💞

loooool i can’t imagine noah getting jealous but if he ever was, it might be like this 

It’s not a huge performance, just something she had managed to land at a small venue, but she’s nervous. 

Scratch that,

she’s fucking terrified. 

This isn’t some open mic night for school or a benefit with her friends.

There would be reps from record labels in the crowd, 

the pressure is through the roof,

and this could make or break her singing career.

Liv closes her eyes and leans her head back against the wall, trying to drown out her thoughts with the music filling her ears. 

******

Liv is pretty sure she’s already forgotten the lyrics to the first song in her set.

But as she scans the crowd, her eyes adjusting to the spotlight shining in her direction, she spots him—tucked away in the back of the crowd.

And when the song begins to play, she focuses on the boy in the orange coat and the lyrics begin to spill out of her

smoothly,

effortlessly,

and she gets lost in the music,

forgetting about the nerves she had been feeling just seconds before.

******

When she finishes her set, the crowd erupts into a loud string of whistles, applause, and shouts. 

She can’t help but laugh as she waves at the audience, dramatically bowing before leaving the stage.

The adrenaline is still coursing through her veins, and she thinks her cheeks are going to fall off from smiling so much.

She doesn’t remember the last time she’s felt this happy while singing.

Someone hands her a bottle of water and she gratefully accepts before taking a seat. 

“You were great up there,” the man says, rubbing the back of his head. “Did you really write all those songs yourself?” 

Liv takes a sip of the water and nods her head. 

“Wow,” he laughs. “You’re seriously talented. And not to mention, beautiful.” 

She smiles at his comment and places the water bottle between her legs. 

“Thank you,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I was a bit nervous. Thought I was going to pass out.” 

“Really? You didn’t seem nervous at all,” he says, reaching out a hand. “I’m Finn, by the way. I work backstage—part of the sound crew.” 

Liv shakes his hand. “I’m Liv.” 

“I know,” he smiles, tightening his grip on her hand.

“There you are.” 

Liv turns her head and sees Noah approaching her, his eyes falling to their joined hands.

She quickly lets go of Finn’s hand and gets up from her seat.

“Hey!” she says, walking over to him. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight.” 

“I thought I’d surprise you.” 

Liv smiles up at him and he laces their hands together before eyeing Finn.

“Oh. This is Finn,” she tells him. “He works back stage.” 

“Hi,” Finn says, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I, um, didn’t know you had a boyfriend?” 

“She does,” Noah replies, pursing his lips. 

And that’s when Liv realizes what’s going on, 

eyeing the two of them and trying her best not to laugh.

“Let me go grab my things,” she tells Noah, who still hasn’t looked away from Finn. “Just stay here for a second.” 

After rushing back to the dressing room to grab her bag and coat, she finds Noah sitting in the seat she had been in earlier, with Finn nowhere in sight.

“Where’d Finn go?” she asks, handing him her bag so she can put on her coat. 

Noah shrugs, fiddling with the straps of her bag. 

“I never thought I’d ever see you like that,” she says, crossing her arms. 

“See me like what?” 

“Jealous,” she laughs. “You were jealous of Finn.” 

Noah gets up to his feet, slowly walking towards her until her back hits the wall.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he says, but the corners of his lips turn up into a smile. 

Liv rolls her eyes. 

“I wasn’t!” 

“O-kay.” 

Noah gives her the finger which only makes Liv burst out in laughter.

“Fine,” he finally admits, resting his forehead onto hers. “Maybe a little.” 

She raises a hand to his cheek and runs her finger along his jaw. 

“Just a little?” 

“Just a little,” he says softly before placing a kiss on her temple,

“You were amazing tonight by the way.” 

then down to her cheek,

“I’m so proud of you.” 

and then onto her nose,

until Liv finally grows impatient and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing their lips together.

(She makes a mental note to bring up the jealousy thing later.)

******

did i google common male dutch names, yes. yes i did. 

[reddeadtrash]

Ghosts

Summary: There is something strange about the woman they find in the winter wilderness. She is cold, unwavering, and strangely menacing. Arthur Morgan finds himself pulled in by that vivacity. Unbeknownst to him, she knows many things that elude this cowboy. Like magnet to metal, no matter how far he throws her away, he always finds himself going back. 

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x OC

Rating: M

Word count: 3297

A/N: For those of you who know me from fanfiction.net, yes it is I, jjboivin. I have a main account for marvel, but yo, this Arthur boiiii has got me fucked up so let’s do this.

PROLOGUE: WE’RE MORE GHOSTS THAN MEN

I got a woman with eyes that shine Down deep as a diamond mine She's my treasure so very rare She's made me a millionaire 

Arthur slipped into his coat, watching as Dutch and Micah got onto their respective horses. The wind picked up and it became hard for Arthur to keep his hat on as he stepped out of the little shack, his gloved hand keeping the rugged hat in place. Blue eyes scanned the white horizon as he climbed onto his mount; a black stead borrowed from one of the guys.

              “It’s not far Arthur!” Dutch bellowed over the wind and snow. Some flakes have caught in his black beard, ice forming on the tips of his long hair.

              Micah closed in behind Arthur. “We found the first O’Driscoll-infested house and it went fine,” Micah cackled. “Found a darling little peach-Sadie that is. But otherwise, got to kill some stupid O’Driscolls.”

              “What’s to say this ain’t gonna be the death of us?” Arthur replied, steadying his horse.

              Micah smiled, and it cut his stupid face in half, and Arthur would give his left hand if it meant he could carve his knife into Micah’s face.

              After they’d found Mrs. Adler and killed the entire lot of squatters at her house, they’d heard wind of another place. Arthur was surprised to hear from Charles that there might be another home available to raid. Only thing was that he suspected O’Driscolls had taken over, as these parts were in their complete territory.

              “Here’s the plan!” Dutch bellowed. Arthur gave Micah one last glance from under the tip of his hat, then moved his horse alongside Dutch’s. “We need to find a way to spy in on the house. Not like last time. Almost got myself killed! So this time, we sneak in, and if we can make it, we go in. On my orders!”

              With that, Dutch, Arthur, Charles, and Micah rode off into the blizzard. It was a long ride. Tenacious. Snow seemed to get into every nook and cranny of Arthur’s clothing. No matter which way he placed himself, freezing bits of ice found home on his warm skin. Shivers sliced through his body as they headed uphill, his gloved-hands gripping the reins of his stead. The cold made his mouth dry, the skin of his lips cracking under the mask he’d pulled over his face.

              From the top of a hill, with snow beating against his face, Arthur saw the little house. Wooden built, two small barns out back, and a coop that was clearly being used for storage. From his vantage point, Arthur also saw the dim glow of a candle through a window.

              “Here we are boys!” Dutch reared his mount. “Let’s go!”

              They rode down the hill like wind. Fast, harsh, and tenacious. Arthur left his mount hitched on a tree just beyond the eyesight of anyone watching from the house. The four of them marched in the knee-deep snow until Arthur could not feel his feet anymore. He made a small mental note to go hunting for pelts.

              Dutch grabbed Arthur by the shoulder, brought him close. “You take the back with Charles,” he grumbled, “and Micah and I will take each side.”

              With a quick nod, Arthur dipped his hat and started his way towards the back of the house. Charles close by, they trekked through the snow. The two men were slightly jealous of the clear warmth of the house, proved by the thin sliver of smoke coming from the chimney.

              “You think we’ll find anything interesting in there?” Charles asked over the deafening screech of the wind.

              “We need food,” Arthur replied. “And money. Anything we can grab in there is useful. If we can grab ‘em off dead O’Driscolls, even better.”

              That seemed to satiate Charles, and the men went back to the task at hand.

              Arthur crept along the wooden wall until he came beside the window. Strangely it was opened, seeping warmth, the smell of cooking meat, and the voices of many men within. Frowning, he leaned against the wall and slid down, gaining more range to what he would hear.

              “They’re on the run, anyway,” one was saying. “It’s going to be hard to find him.”

              “You’ll need a trap,” this from a voice closer to the window.

              Charles crept until he was standing on the corner, eyes on Arthur and Dutch.

              “If you’re looking for ‘em, sweetheart, you’ll never find ‘em,” One added.

              Sweetheart? Arthur frowned, looking at his comrade with a skeptical look. There was rustling noise, clearly more than two bodies. A cough. A groan.

              “So you came to us to find him?” A new voice. Made a total of three unknown bodies.

              “Let the little lady have her fun, will you?”

              Arthur’s eyes locked with Charles’. The latter’s eyes went round not only because that had been a new voice which added to a total of four O’Driscolls but also because there was a woman in there. Six individuals, one of unknown intention.

              Arthur quickly crept from his perch to join Charles. “We need to get a move on,” he grumbled. “There’s a woman in there. Possibly young by what I heard. She could be in danger too.”

              “That ain’t our problem, though,” Charles said tentatively. Arthur had once been in the opposite situation, where he hadn’t given any cares for saving ladies. Now was different.

              Ignoring him, Arthur trudged in the snow to find Dutch. The latter was peaking through a window, the slight glow of candles illuminating his face; long, straight nose, dark-set eyebrows.

              “There’s a woman in there,” he said once Arthur had reached him. “There’s no guards outside. They’re drunk. It’ll be easy.”

              They regrouped in front of the house, just lightly to the side where no one could see them through the window. Arthur’s heart was beginning to hammer into his chest. No matter how many times he’d done robberies or infiltrations, he couldn’t stop the way his body reacted every time. Sweat in places he didn’t know he could make sweat. Trembling lips. Racing heartbeat. His hands, however, always remained steady.

              “Sweet and easy, boys,” Dutch grumbled.

              Like ghosts, they pulled from the shadows. Four men, hats dipped over their eyes, masks covering their faces, melted from the darkness. The glow of the candles illuminated the powerful bursting of invaders within the home. Wood tore from the hinges of the door, glass shattered from the bullets firing from guns and missing their targets. Bodies moved with practice; fire, reload, aim, kill.

              Little explosions ripped from the weapons being used to survive. The entire cabin was filled with noises of death and murder. Blood splattered from open wounds, brains staining the wood of the walls. Candles blew out from the wind screeching in from the open door.

              At the end of it, Arthur still stood beside the door, Micah, Dutch, and Charles to his left. Arthur’s gun was smoking, aimed at the last O’Driscoll he’d shot. His chest was heaving as the blue of his orbs caught the candlelight, scanning, until he met the woman surprisingly still sitting at the kitchen table.

              Arthur had seen may women in his time. Not that he was old. He’d bedded some. Played with some. Talked with many. He enjoyed the company of many women, as he was not unfamiliar with the likes of them. He loved their bodies, obviously. He could enjoy the warmth they could bring to him, the release, the entirety of being touched. He’d loved only two.

              Needless to say, Arthur had seen many women in his lifetime. But her. She could easily be the most beautiful woman he’d ever lain eyes on.

              Even though her hair was the color caramel (brunettes were more his type) and her eyes were black as midnight, Arthur was stunned for a second. His eyes came to rest on the smooth planes of her face, the slight redness of her cheeks, and the fullness of her lips. His body started to tingle. Fingers itched to smooth the tension from her eyes, to feel the plumpness of her mouth.

              Then he snapped out of it. He aimed his weapon at her.

              “Woah, there, cowpoke,” Micah grumbled. The rest of the boys had holstered their weapons. Only Arthur was still armed and ready to fire.

              Risking one last glance at the woman, Arthur carefully holstered his weapon. He lowered his mask, revealing the small itch of a beard to the warm air of the cabin. That’s when he saw the strangeness of the entire situation.

              The woman, not much older than her mid-twenties, was hogtied to the chair. Feet and hands, unable to hurt anyone or defend herself. What was stranger, however, was what she was wearing.

              Arthur had nothing against women wearing pants. But those were pants he’d never seen before. Loose and tight all at once, exposing curves. Pockets on each side of her thighs. She also wore leather boots, which had to have cost her a colossal amount of money. A loose cotton long sleeve covered her upper half, the material a dark blue. She wore no coat or any coverings to hide her from the ferocious weather.

              She was also gagged.

              “What in the hell?” he groaned.

              She was struggling against her bonds, her swan-black eyes stuck on him of all people. Arthur’s skin tingled again. Sweat coated her forehead, which was surprising, given the weather. Her caramel locks, so long they fell beyond Arthur’s eyesight, were messy and clearly needed a brush.

              “Charles,” Dutch barked, “get her talking. Micah, loot the bodies.”

              As they watched Charles take the humid gag from the woman’s mouth, the hairs at the back of Arthur’s neck stood on end.

              There was something vicious in her eyes. Something he’d seen many times; it had stared back at him and he’d stared at it right in the face. It was the same vivacity, the same tenacious anger he’d harbored into his own soul. The way the world had hardened him, he could see the reflection of it now within the blackness of this girl’s eyes.

              “Lady!” Dutch was saying, trying to catch her attention. But she was staring at Arthur. “You’re going to be okay now. We just want to ask you some questions.”

              Arthur began looking around the house. He couldn’t take her heavy stare, the perpetual blackness of her orbs, the emptiness of them. They had come here to rob, take what they most dearly needed, and be on their way.

              “Madam,” Dutch continued. By now, the wet gag was hanging from her neck. The girl exercised her jaw, eyes finally finding home somewhere else. Arthur was relieved of that. “We won’t hurt you. I promise.”

              She made a sound deep in her throat that took Arthur by surprise. A growl?

              “Really, miss?” Dutch added. “You are safe. I swear it.” When Arthur looked back at her, she was staring at him once again. She had deep-set eyebrows, thick and curved over her eyes. Her nose was small and straight, as if cut from a knife. Just over the fabric of her shirt was a long and elegant neck. This woman was made to either be a circus actress or a singer, not alone in the winter wilderness with O’Driscolls.

              “Nothin’ on these boys,” Micah grumbled, throwing away useless papers he’d found on the bodies.

              Dutch sighed heavily. “Micah, take upstairs with Charles,” he ordered in that baritone voice of his. “Arthur, stay with me and little miss… something here.”

              “I think she wants to stay mute,” Arthur grumbled. Charles and Micah headed upstairs, not with their usual banter. The girl seemed to take Arthur’s comment with anger.

              “Before we untie you,” Dutch said, “would you like to tell us your name?”

              Her black eyes slid from Arthur to land on Dutch. Her brow furrowed and something quick and menacing flashed in her features, but it was gone quickly. Arthur had enough a mind of his own to put his hand on his revolver. The girl was still tied to the chair, but something slick was crawling up on Arthur’s flesh.

              “Arya.” Her voice was hard, like frozen rain when it hits the roof of a house. Arthur remembered what it was like to huddle beside his son, listening to hail hammer on the roof. Mesmerizing and terrifying all at once.

              “That’s a pretty name,” Dutch added. “Where are you from, Arya?”

              She frowned deeper. Jokingly, Arthur imagined that if she wasn’t tied, she’d try to stick it Dutch one way or another.

              “I’m from… Delaware.”

              The hesitation was not what got to Arthur. Yes, she could be lying about where she was from, but didn’t lie about their origins occasionally? What triggered something in Arthur was the accent. Sweet, low, and something he’d never heard. He’d been around enough to hear all kinds of accents, but this was something he’d never heard before.

              It seemed like Dutch thought the same thing. “Never new folks in Delaware spoke with such an accent,” he joked, a smirk cutting his face.

              The woman – Arya – jerked her chin. “If you would be kind enough to untie me,” she said, her accent still catching Arthur off guard, “I’d like to go.”

              Dutch put up his hand so fast, even Arthur didn’t see it. “Now, now, little lady,” he grumbled. “I’d just like to know why the O’Driscolls had you tied up like fresh meat.”

              Silence filled the room. Arthur took off his gloves and passed a hand over his face. “We just want…” he trailed off, meeting her dark gaze. Shivers ran down his spine. “It ain’t like the O’Driscolls to leave a woman… untouched.”

              Dutch cleared his throat, albeit awkwardly. “Why were they questioning you?”

              Again, that defiant chin jerk. “Because I was following them.”

              The admission was surprising. A woman following the O’Driscolls?

              “You’re the law?” Arthur asked, perplexed.

              Arya made a weird gesture with her mouth, scoffed out, “do I look like the law to you, gentlemen?”

              “Then why were you following them?” Arthur pressed. He put both palms on the table, leaning closer. This time, with the glow of the candlelight, he could see freckles on the bridge of her nose. It made him think of his younger days, when he himself had a wash of freckles on his cheeks. Only two remained, however.

              “They could bring me to the man who murdered my brother,” she admitted coolly.

              Dutch stirred. “Colm?” he asked.

              She veered her icy glare on him. Shrugged. Bit the inside of her cheek. All with the allure of utter viciousness. “Yes,” she replied. Something in the way she stared at Dutch made Arthur believe she was hiding something. Either it was the answer to Dutch’s question or something else altogether, Arthur didn’t want to know.

              “Then, little miss Arya-“ Dutch began.

              “Don’t call me little,” she growled.

              Dutch smiled widely, like Arthur had never seen him do. “Oh, I like you,” he bellowed, pointing at her. “If you’re planning on getting your hands on Colm O’Driscoll, then you should be riding with us.”

              Arthur straightened, looked at his boss with shock. Wasn’t he the one that said to stop bringing strays in?

              “Do you have information on them?” Dutch continued.

              “Dutch!”

              Micah ran into the kitchen, his eyes wild with bloodlust. Arthur’s skin crawled.

              “I see some comin’!” he panted. “Three on horseback, maybe more!”

              Dutch considered that for a second, before jumping into action. “Go back upstairs with Charles and hold the windows,” he ordered. “Arthur, take the back of the house. I’ll take the front.”

              “I can handle a weapon, you know,” Arya said. In the little mess, they’d all forgotten about her.

              “The little lady speaks!” Micah cackled, but cowed under the growl Dutch gave him, and scurried up the stairs.

              “Arthur,” Dutch grumbled, “untie her. Give her a gun.”

              The order was banal and so unbecoming of Dutch. Give a woman a weapon? Could she really handle herself?

              Arthur did as he was told, however, and used his knife to cut her bonds. Up close, she smelled of lake water and fresh air. Her wavy hair was soft against his cheek as he brushed on it to free her ankles. And when she stood, much smaller than he would have guessed, she looked up at him with a deep frown.  “You gonna give me a gun, or what?” she growled, still with that accent of hers he couldn’t place.

              Grumbling, he handed her his revolver and took out his rifle. “Cover the windows,” he said lowly. When she turned and walked away from him, he could see how her trousers hugged her curves and he knew that if this woman accepted to ride with them, Miss Grimshaw would have a field day with her.

              The shooting started not long after. Micah would be heard upstairs, roaring his pleasure from the top of his lungs. Windows and glass broke all over again. Wood splintered and shattered, curses thrown in the air like confetti, and one thing was sure, that little Arya was fending for herself good enough.

              When it was all over, and the house was once again rendered a total mess, the five of them stood in the kitchen. Arya stood near the entrance, still gripping Arthur’s revolver. The latter was panting beside Dutch in the kitchen. Charles and Micah were staring at the woman from their perch in the stairs.

              “Little lady knows how to shoot,” Micah taunted again. His blonde hair was stuck to his sweaty face, and when he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, even Arthur shivered in disgust.

              “Call me little again, and I’ll show you just how good I can shoot,” Arya growled, turning to face Micah.

              Just then, the door burst open. A gush of wind blew across the kitchen, cold and brutal. A lone O’Driscoll, desperate and terrified, came staggering in, aiming aimlessly around the cabin. In a movement so quick and precise, Arya had wormed her way into obtaining that man’s knife. Arthur was readying to draw and save her life, but the woman had sunk the knife so deep in the O’Driscoll’s throat that blood was already pooling on the wooden floor. The body made a sickening thud as it hit the ground.

              The silence didn’t last long, but in it, Arthur saw no evidence of fear in Arya’s face. She was stoic, brows pulled, lips puckered, as she sheathed the knife into the belt of her trousers. She wasn’t even trembling.

              “Okay!” Micah laughed as he jumped down from his perch. He strolled by Arya, giving her a light tap on the shoulder. “I like you.”

              Dutch was laughing too. “You’re welcome to come with us, miss,” he said, then gesture to her bloody hands. “We could use someone like you.”

              Her silence was answer enough. She was strangely attractive, with blood speckled on her face, anger written all over her features, hair in a mess.

              “Arthur, you can ride with her.” Dutch’s command brought Arthur out of his reverie.

              He was not pleased by that. He didn’t want to get any closer to the strange vivacity of her. It seemed like it would pull him in, too.

              He gestured for her to follow him. She grabbed the O’Driscoll’s coat and followed him out into the still-raging blizzard.

              Arthur’s mount waited for them at the stable. Everyone mounted, Micah yapping on about something that seemed to displease Charles, because they were going at it. Arthur was more concentrated on the woman he was currently gripping by the forearm and helping up onto the saddle, in front of him. He wasn’t comfortable with having her behind him yet. When she moved her legs so she could straddle the horse, Arthur frowned deeply. Could this woman get any stranger?

[salted-barbed-wire]

Scoundrels

OK. This has been a work in progress for a long ass time. I almost just decided not to post it because I did some research and I think that a lot of people did kind of the same theme I’m going for here. I hope you guys like it, I hope it’s well written, I hope I can continue this series. 

Summary: Unnamed OC has been dating Adam Cole for 6 months. AU takes place around the time that the BC have been plotting to fire Adam but haven’t told (Y/N) yet. Marty shows up, flirting ensues, Adam gets possesive and jealous. But Adam is also so distant and secretive with some texts, emails, and phone calls he’s been getting as of late. (Part two to come if this goes over well?) Warnings: Cursing. Jealous Adam. Possessive Sexy time. Wondering what Adam Cole is up to. Word Count:2906

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“Come on, Adam!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I slammed my hands down on the mat in time with the crowds’ claps to get him up. Instead, he just lay there, holding his ribs with one hand. “Get up!” I yelled again.

He stumbled to his feet. His opponent, Marty Scurll, thrashed his umbrella up the side of Adam’s face. It went flying out of the ring, nearly hitting me. I gasped at the sight of my boyfriend lying on the mat of the ring. Scurll’s arm wrapped around his leg and pushed his shoulders down. The ref hit the mat, for the first count and I jumped onto the apron and faked to come through the ropes, making sure Marty noticed me.

His wide-eyed smirk told me he was all too thrilled about me trying to jump in and help. The ref stopped the count as planned, yelling at me to get out of the ring. Marty released Adam and walked over towards me, looking me up and down.

“Come on, Love.” The Villain called me with a wave of his hand. “You know you want to play with the big boys.”

I swallowed hard. I was still unsure of what this man was capable of and didn't know if I was ready to find out. Luckily, I could see Adam rallying behind Marty out of the corner of my vision but attempted to keep the focus on me.

“Come show me what you've got.” I snapped at Scurll.

The grin on his face was enough to knock me out of the ring, “Gladly, Darling.” He growled and took another step towards me.

I dropped to the mat and slid underneath the rope just in time to see Adam wrap his arms around Marty’s midsection and pull him into one of the most painful suplexes I had seen him perform.

The ref hit the three count and I couldn't help but mumble, “Good riddance.”

----

A week later….

“You guys have been hanging out with who?” Adam growled at Nick and Matt who were sitting across from us at Denny's.

I couldn't help but smile at the strain on Adam’s face. He was so cute when he was angry, at least when he was angry with someone else. We had been dating for the last 6 months, which was shortly after I had become a member of the Bullet Club. Of course, being the main female member and Adam Cole’s girlfriend meant I was constantly over protected and watched over. Honestly, I never felt like Adam took my wrestling seriously.

“Marty Scurll,” Matt said his name again, “He's a pretty cool guy to hang out with. You guys should get to know him.”

Adam looked at me, “Do you believe this? This was the same man that just tried to break my fingers and kill me with an umbrella and these guys are making episodes of ‘Being the Elite’ with him.”

I sipped on my coffee, “Pretty crappy of them if you ask me.”

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don't be like that!” Nick grumbled, “I take offense.”

I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut. Adam and Kenny hadn't been on good terms as of late and I knew the only reason Marty was around was because Kenny willed it. As much as I liked Adam, I wasn't really willing to give up my Club membership for him. So it was best to just go along with Kenny’s plans, whatever they may be.

“Hey, guys!” A cockney accent came from behind us.

I didn't have to turn to see who it was, I knew Marty had been invited by the Young Bucks to have breakfast with us. I also didn't have to look to know that Adam was seething at the sound of Marty’s voice.

“Hey, Marty!” The Bucks said and stood to welcome him. Adam and I remained sitting.

Marty turned to Adam and I, “Hey, long time no see.” He stuck his hand out for Adam who begrudgingly took it.

“Marty,” Cole said curtly.

“Come on now, man. Let’s not allow the past to come in between us. We can all be good mates, right?” Marty chuckled.

“Sure we can.” Adam’s lips were still pressed together in a thin line of disapproval.

Marty turned his attention towards me, “Hello, Darling.” He flashed a smile at me like he did the other night.

I could feel anger boiling inside of me. I stuck my hand out to shake Scurll’s, “I prefer to go by, (Y/N).”

Marty turned my hand over and kissed the back of it, looking up at me through his eye lashes as he did. “Pleasure to meet you...again. I haven’t forgotten about you.” He half whispered.

I felt a blush creep from my neck to my cheeks. Suddenly, Adam’s chair went flying back as he stood up. I jumped at the sound of it scrapping across the floor, wrenching it away from Scurll’s grasp. His blue eyes were cold as he glared at the Brit.

“Back off.” He half growled.

Marty leaned back in his chair and held his hands up, “Did I do something wrong?” He asked.

I stood next to Adam and wrapped my arm around his, attempting to pull him back before the scene got further out of hand. “Adam, he didn’t know. Come on, let’s go home.”

“Didn’t know wha-?” Scurll’s eyes darted between Adam and I, “Oh.” He said above a whisper. “Oh!” He said a little louder as the realization hit him. “You two are actually together then? My apologies, Cole. I wasn’t trying anything with your girl. I wouldn’t ever do that to a Bullet Club friend.”

Adam took a step closer, muscling through my attempts to keep him back, “I don’t share, Marty. My girl, my club, my spotlight.” He took my hand and hauled me off to the register so we could pay our tab, “Come on, (Y/N). Time to go home.”

----

The drive home was so quiet my ears were ringing as I pushed my key into the lock of Adam and I’s flat. He hadn’t said a word but I knew he was still fuming and was trying to calm down from the whole incident at breakfast. Most likely, Adam was embarrassed that he had caused a scene. I hadn’t ever seen him act that way. Normally, he’d put an arm around my waist and kiss me roughly in front of any guy that tried to flirt.

I twisted the knob and pushed the door open to our living room. Adam immediately went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, still not saying a word to me. A sigh escaped my lips and I headed off towards our small, cozy bed room to put my purse and shoes away.

He’s overreacting. I thought to myself as I kicked off my Chuck Taylors. Marty isn’t a threat to him. I don’t even know Marty. I care about Adam. There was a twinge of anger the twisted in my gut. Adam has been so distant lately. Today started off different and we were beginning to enjoy ourselves like before him and Kenny had their ‘disagreement’. If it weren’t for Marty, Adam and I would probably be laughing and kissing and talking. He ruined my day. I huffed at the thought, setting my purse on the hook next to my nightstand.

A hand on my shoulder caused me to jump. I knew it was Adam’s, that wasn’t what had my heart racing. It was the forceful way that hand spun me around to face him; how it gripped me tightly when Adam’s hungry lips met mine. His arm wrapped around my waist pulling my body as close to him as he could manage.

“You’re mine.” He whispered against my lips.

A whimper was all I could manage before his lips began to devour mind again. His hand had moved from shoulder to my hair, refusing to allow me to come up for air from his kisses. Adam’s erection was pressed against my thigh roughly as it tented out in his basketball shorts.

There was a tug at my roots and Adam pulled me by my hair to throw me on the bed in front of him. He reached for the hem of my sun dress and tried to pull it off my body before I had time to unbutton the facets on my back. I heard the rip of fabric behind me as it was painfully forced off my body. I fell back on the bed, looking up at him with a glare that would kill anyone else.

“You ripped another one of my dresses!” I exclaimed, angry with him.

He ignored my comment and instead pulled his shirt off over his head. I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight of his well sculpted body. The lines from his muscles had my hands itching to reach out for him. I stubbornly tried to push the thoughts of licking the ‘V’ shaped lines down to his hard member out of my mind.

“You… you’re.. You’re not going to distract me from being upset about my dress!” I scolded.

Adam was too busy rubbing his cock from the outside of his shorts to pay any attention to what I was saying. His eyes were wandering my frame that was sprawled out on the bed. I was only wearing a pair of lacy pink panties and a defiant glare.

“All mine.” He mumbled, pushing his shorts and boxers down his hips. I watched his cock spring free and let out another moan. By now I was soaked through the fabric of my panties with want for him. “You’re in for a treat, baby.” His hand gently traced a swirly pattern along my thigh up to my core. “I’m going to fuck you harder than ever before.” His fingers nimbly hooked onto the lace, barely brushing my folds. “You’re going to go hoarse from screaming my name.”

There was a tug at the fabric and then I heard a RIP from my hips. Adam held up the scraps of what use to be my undergarments and gave me a shit eating grin. “Oops,” was all he said before dropping down to his knees between my thighs.

“Adam fucking Cole, you son of a-,“ I sucked in air as his tongue flicked my clit once, whimpering as it happened again and again. My head spun from the sensation and I was already beginning to see stars. His bottom lip pushed up against my bud then his tongue rapidly swiped over it as quick as possible.

My hips bucked against his face. I was so close to the edge, but my body need something. It needed him to fill my throbbing pussy with his cock. I whimpered as the climb to my orgasm seemed endless, “Fuck.” I hissed, “Adam, I just need you to fuck me already. Please!”

I felt his tongue stop mid lick against my heat. “Is that what you want?” He whispered against my sensitive wetness.

“Yes, please! Adam, I need you!” I begged.

Adam wasted little time. He stood and yanked the bedside drawer open, pulling out a condom and sliding it onto him with ease. I wiggled myself closer to him, eagerly waiting to have him inside of me. Adam took hold of my hips and pulled them towards where he stood at the edge of the bed. I reached down and gripped his member, guiding it towards my entrance. As soon as he felt the wetness on the head of his dick, he pushed it in roughly.

My eyes rolled back as he began to move inside of me, pumping in and out, using my hips as leverage. My hands gathered the sheets above my head into my fists, holding on for dear life as the orgasm that had been building came closer and closer still. My walls squeezed him and my legs wrapped around his hips. A chorus of moans and mewls sang from my throat.

“Fuck, Baby girl, you take this cock so well.” He growled. “This pussy, this body, it belongs to me. You belong to me and only me.”

He continued to slam in and out of me, my breasts bouncing with the force. Releasing one of my legs, Adam reached down and gently ran circles over my clit with his thumb. I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried out his name as my vision blurred.

Adam wasn’t going to give me any rest. As my orgasm hit, he pulled out and positioned me back farther onto the mattress. He grabbed my hips and rolled me over to my stomach. My legs shook a little as he propped me up so my ass was in the air.

“God, you’re beautiful. You’re all mine.” He growled again and shoved himself inside of me as quick as he could.

My walls were clenching around him again and more moans and curses spilled from my mouth. Adam gathered my hair up into one hand and jerked my head up. The pain in my scalp only caused me to moan louder as our head board slammed against the wall from the force of Adam fucking me. He pulled me up further so I was more in line with his body and his hand that had been holding my hips, moved to rub my clit again.

I began to cry out again, filled with pleasure. “Say my name, baby.” He whispered in my ear. His breath tickled my neck. “I want everyone in the complex to know who’s fucking you right.”

His cock hit my g spot just right and his finger flicked against my clit and I screamed, “Fuck! Adam! Oh my fucking God! Adam!”

I heard him groan his thrusts become sloppy. Adam’s climax came after just a few more pumps into me and I could feel his member throbbing from how hard he had came. We both collapsed onto the bed, out of breath and sweaty. My whole body was numb. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins as I lie there in a state of total bliss.

I rolled over to see Adam on his phone, brows furrowed as he read a text. Curling up onto his chest to snuggle, I kissed his skin that glistened with sweat. “What’s wrong? Got a noise complaint already?”

I could feel Adam shake his head, “No.” He said simply. “Just something I need to take care of in a minute.”

This time it was my turn to have the worried look on my face, “What?” I asked as I looked up at him, ���What do you need to take care of?”

He set his phone down on the night stand and leaned back on the pillow, “Just a phone call I have to make.”

“You’re being awfully suspicious.” I said raising my head to look at him.

“It’s business. Nothing more. I’m not supposed to talk about it with any one.”

My curiosity was getting the better of me, “What do you mean you can’t talk about it with anyone?”

Adam shrugged, “I was told by the company that this issue must stay under wraps. You’ll find out soon enough.” He gave me a wink and a kiss on the forehead.

My head was still a little fuzzy from the heavenly sex we had just had, but I knew something was up. Something that I probably wasn’t going to like. It had me worried to say the least.

“Is this about Kenny?” I asked finally.

Adam’s eye twitched a little, “Can we not talk about this?”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to talk about Kenny and the Club right now. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

“Adam, what you said at Denny’s earlier…” I stopped, knowing that this was only going to start a fight. “Never mind.”

Cole sat up, causing me to move from his chest, “What?”

I chewed on my lower lip, “You said it was your club.”

“So?”

He was being incredibly difficult, “It’s not your’s though. Kenny is our leader.”

Adam rolled his eyes and walked over to grab his shorts that were crumbled up on the floor. “He may be your leader.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I spat back at him, “What on earth are you planning?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged again and put on his shoes.

“Where are you going?” I asked my chest feeling heavy.

“I gotta go make this phone call. We’re out of bread for sandwiches, I’ll go get some more while I talk to these people.” He walked over and gave me a light peck on the lips, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

I watched him leave our bedroom, then let out a sigh after I heard the front door shut. What is he up to? I thought to myself. Pulling myself together I stood to grab a glass of water. My black silk robe was laid out on the door of the closet and I quickly wrapped it around me so no one from the outside would catch a glimpse of me.

The water felt so refreshing against my sore throat. Now I just wish I had something to calm my head and heart from all this worry. My eyes wandered over to the bread box, where two full loaves of bread sat, ready to be eaten.

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Blame

Pairing:  Joey Janela x Fem Reader

Summary: On Television, the reader is a member of the Best Friends, portraying as Trent's girlfriend, but no one knows that she is dating Joey Janela. On her big night, when she wins the title in AEW, Trent professes his love to her, kissing her in front of everyone and Joey does not take it kindly...

Warnings:  SMUT!!!!!!!! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by:  @hungmanhorsecarriage​ (I hope you enjoy!!)

Word Count:  2400

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @xxx-jazz-xxx​ @writtingrose​

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“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW AEW WOMENS CHAMPION, Y/N!!!”

That was something that I thought I would never hear and instantly, tears began to streaming down my cheeks slowly.

Everyone told me that I couldn’t do it. My opponent tried to take me out so many times, but I prevailed and now, I was the champion.

I hugged that title so tightly then raised it up high when the referee raised my hand.

If that wasn’t any better, I had my best friends there.

I was a part of the Best Friends, Trent and I being a couple on television, but we were really just friends. It was a good feeling to know that they were all happy for me, still holding the title in the air when they did our group hug.

There was nothing that could bring me down, everyone growing silent when we noticed that Trent had a microphone.

“I hope you guys don’t mind if I have a moment on the microphone and speak from my heart, ” Trent began, turning to me with a smile, pointing at me when he continued:

“There is nothing that this woman cannot accomplish! Since AEW started, she has busted her ass! Making this women’s division stronger! Having first-time-ever matchups! Facing the men in this industry! Being the best friend that she has always been! Being the best girlfriend that she has always been and now, she is the champion!”

Everyone agreed with Trent and even though we weren’t really dating, his words still meant a lot to me because we were friends.

“Baker tried to injury her! Got her jumped! Played so many mind games, but she prevailed and I want you all to know-” Trent added, coming to me, putting the title around my waist, then standing in front of me, “I want you to know that I am so proud of you and that there is no woman on this earth that I love more than you, Y/N!”

I thought Trent’s, I love you, was a friendly one, but I was wrong because what I thought was going to be a hug, was much more than that.

Trent hugged me like it was the last he would ever have and he kissed me, in front of everyone, on camera.

Everyone was cheering, but I was losing my shit! We were just a couple on television! Trent has never done anything more than hug me or wrap his arm around me!

No offense to Trent, but I didn’t love him. I loved my boyfriend, Joey Janela.

He was my real boyfriend and he was the first person I thought about when I felt Trent’s lips against mine.

I kept my eyes closed, telling myself in my head:

This is just a dream. Just a crazy dream. Haha

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a dream. Trent kissed me one more time after our lips parted, smiling down at me before he picked me up and put me on his shoulder.

It was so hard to pretend to be happy like I was a few moments ago when I won, showing my title to the fans.

The moment we got backstage, I lied and said I needed to use the ladies' room, but I rushed to Sonny and Joey’s locker room, finding Sonny just like I hoped.

“Sonny, I’m gonna die! Trent’s gonna die! Where the fuck is Lance Archer because everybody is going to fucking die?!” I stressed, not holding back the emotions and losing my mind.

“Y/N, deep breath’s, okay?” Sonny sighed, trying to get me to calm down, “You just won the title! You should be happy!”

“Thank you,” I smiled, truly appreciative, but snapping right back into panic mode, “But Trent just professed his love for me and kissed me in front of fucking everyone! Joey is going to lose his shit! I’m losing my shit!”

“Joey is the type,” Sonny admitted, hugging me, but the bit of peace we had didn’t last long when we heard a loud knock on the door, anger in Joey’s voice when he said:

“I know you both are in there!”

Sonny didn’t hesitate to unlock the door, letting him in and god, he looked angrier than he sounded, his face turning ready.

“Joey, please don’t-“ Sonny began, but Joey wasn’t having it, snapping:

“Sonny, don’t even bother!”

“It’s not her fault and you know it!” Sonny snapped back, not taking his shit and standing up for me.

“Can we just have some time alone?” I asked Sonny quietly.

He answered with a smile, but shooting Joey a dirty look and slamming the door shut when he left.

The silence between Joey and I was so damn scary like a horror movie. He was huffing and puffing, his hair frizzing when he began sweating a little from all of the anger.

“I told you that you needed to get out of this storyline and now look!” Joey yelled and at first, I wanted to stay quiet, but I started freaking out again when I yelled:

“How the hell was I supposed to know that was going to happen? Usually,, He always keeps things professional. I’m not a damn mind reader, Joey!”

“Yeah, and it’s pretty obvious that he had enough of being, “professional”!” Joey mocked, “And the first thing you do is run to Sonny and avoid me?!”

“Yeah! Because when you’re jealous, you always lose your shit!” I snapped, “I’m losing my shit too!”

“I have every damn right to be “jealous”!” Joey argued, “How would you feel if another girl kissed me, huh?!”

“Tonight was supposed to be my night,” I cried, holding my title, “You see this Joey? I busted my ass for this!”

It became hard to fight through the tears, but still able to continue:

“Trent can kick rocks! I don’t love him! I love you! He’s the one who did this, not me. All I wanted was to bask in the glory of winning my title, but I guess that’s too much to ask for.”

Finally, Joey calmed down for a moment. He was breathing normally again after a deep breath, realizing that I was right. Even though that was hard for him.

But when I told him that I loved saying quietly:

“You know that I love you too, Y/N. I know how hard you worked for that and I’m proud. Not only are we going to celebrate, but I’m also making sure everyone here knows that the champion is my girl.”

“Please,” I smiled, putting my title down while we almost to each other, my soul about being smacked out of my body when his lips hit mine and hard.

His whole body felt like it was on fire and during every touch, it was like I could feel it, feel how frustrated he was and I couldn’t blame him. I was frustrated too, but this was our time to let that all out and we sure did.

The next thing I knew, clothes were flying all over the locker room, my wrestling boots, and knee pads just being launched in all directions, and when he tried to get on the couch, we were moving too fast and fell on the floor.

“Fuck that couch!” Joey groaned, throwing one of his shoes at it, shoving the small coffee table into the corner, “We can do it on the floor.”

I was just about to spread my legs wide, kind of wanting to tease him, but there was no time for that.

My body followed along when he flipped me over, putting me in a doggy-style position, wasting no time, about splitting me in two when he lined his tip with my entrance, then slamming into me, all of his cock in me with just one thrust.

“Oh,” I whined sharply, being a smartass when I said, “I just wrestled a match you know?”

“Don’t act like this is the first time we fucked after a match,” He groaned, giving me another quick thrust, shutting me up and making me moan.

Joey was definitely dominant, animalistic at times, but this time, with what happened tonight, that was all quadrupled.

Hard, fast, unrelentless.

I couldn’t even have a second to try and collect my thoughts with the way he was giving it to me, hands refusing to leave my hips, pulling me back to make his cock go even deeper.

Not even five minutes and I was being turned into a whining, moaning mess, keeping my ass perked up while my upper body collapsed, trying to take deep breaths, but I ended up burying my face in the floor, smacking it.

“This ain’t no submission match,” Joey chuckled, taking one of my arms and also taking a handful of my hair, pulling my head up.

Both holds gave him more leverage, my back arching hard when I felt hard, pounding shots at my sweet spot that were nonstop.

His hand was tugging at my hair a little harder, pulling me up towards him and since he was kneeling, I could kind of sit on his lap which helped, but with the way he was going, fucking me senseless, it didn’t matter.

“I wanna hear you screaming my name,” Joey growled in my ear, biting at it, the bites falling down to my neck and shoulder, while his hand left my hair and found my throat, giving it a good squeeze, “I can’t hear anything when your face is in the floor.”

“Joey,” I whined loudly, “Baby, you’re so damn good.”

“It’s good when I fuck your brains out, huh?” He snickered, biting my neck again, making sure marks were left behind.

At the same time, his hand let go of my arm, taking a handful of my breast, twisting my nipple and it sent this tingling feeling through my body, my core and walls clamping up.

Joey must’ve liked the feeling, his hand quickly falling to my hip, his forearm pushing my hips down while his fingers were at my clit, going in circles.

“Just know, you’re going to cum more than once,” He smiled against my shoulder with a kiss, pulling down to just his tip and railing my walls on every thrust, with having me up straight and bouncing up and down.

“‘Now, cum all over me,” He commanded, “I wanna be soaked.”

“Joey,” I moaned out, every moan so dirty and it was to the point where I was just about screaming, never experiencing such an overwhelming orgasm.

It about drained me, my body growing tired so quickly when all the heat flushed out of me and soaked all of cock and thighs, even the floor.

Joey lived up to his word but was kind enough to give me a second. I fell to all fours, finally having a moment to breathe properly until I felt a hard smack on my ass, and then another one.

I turned back to look at him with a smile, seeing his eyes still full of fire, unable to control himself again when he picked me up and turned me around.

“Get over here, ” He growled, kissing me hard with so much tongue, wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up so that I was up straight, my legs wrapped his waist while my arms held onto his neck.

“Oh my, oh my God,” I cried, drooling on his shoulder, taking all of him in a quick, smooth thrust again.

I took a handful of his, holding on tight as he repeated that same cycle, just as fast as before. He knew how good he was, loving the sight of my head falling back, all of the pleasure making my eyes roll back when I felt him in my lower core near my stomach.

Even with my eyes open, my vision started turning white, in a bunch of flashes, my walls clamping tighter than ever. I could feel another orgasm building up more and more as I held onto his neck tightly, turning his red flesh white.

One of his hands went around my neck, the other holding the arch of my back, letting my back fall back to the floor, still keeping my lower half up and arched while he hammered away b

Salacious moans and screams, wet skin, groans were all anyone in the entire place could probably hear because we were going like wild animals.

It was to the point where I couldn't breathe again, looking back at anything to try and distract myself, but then I saw the door and shadows, feet by it, just standing there.

Joey was curious as to what I was looking at, noticing and it put an evil smile on his face.

“Looks like we attracted attention, ” He laughed, slowing down for a moment so I was laid down properly and he could be on top of me.

“Joey!! I’m so close baby,” I whined, but looking back to the feet and they were still there.

“You’re going to get what you want,” He assured, “Just couldn’t help but notice what you were staring at.”

We both looked and then I ended up moaning loudly, unprepared for the crazy thrust I received.

“Everyone is going to know that you’re mine after tonight,” Joey whispered in my ear, smothering me with kisses on top of my wicked moans, working harder than before, “Even if they walked in right now, I’d still keep going, show them who really rocks your world.”

“We all know it’s you, Joey, ” I said quickly, growing frantic, scratching up his back when I felt my orgasm forming up and it was ready, “Joey! Joey!”

My body seized when I latched all around him, holding on for dear life, my whole body pulsating to the point where it was the only thing that I could hear.

“Oh hell yeah, that’s it,” Joey groaned, it rumbling in his chest while he took the time to enjoy it, his cock sure enjoying it when I felt it beginning to throb.

“Baby,” I whispered, still panting, but wanting something.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, his hair falling down when he looked at me.

“If we get in trouble, I am blaming you,” I warned, both of us blurting out in laughter.

“Go ahead,” He smiled devilishly, kissing me, “I’ll gladly take the blame.”